at a glance,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
like a paradise on earth,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Music water dance in the fountain,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
like a mirage,
t wind,
looming, smoky,
full of connected dense green leaves,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
zigzag lotus pond,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Pieces of green in different shades,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
Naughty blowing little bubble
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,